Su Bei lifted his head to look at the sky. Perhaps because he had risen too late, the sun had already begun its gentle descent, its light casting across their faces.
After leaving the mountain range that stretched for several hundred miles, an expanse of lush greenery and boundless, tall trees came into view. Though the trees were varied, they grew in an orderly fashion, leaving a clear imperial road for travelers. On both sides of this road grew summer irises, their fragrance pervading the air. The warm summer breeze was gradually intoxicating.
In May, the summer irises bloomed and did not fall.
Travelers gradually became more numerous.
Li Zijun gently brushed aside the bangs scattered by the wind, and the trees and this sea of flowers appeared before her eyes. At a glance, the trees were fully dotted with delicate, light red blossoms; carried by the gentle breeze, they drifted down, stirring their sweet fragrance.
A shower of falling red petals danced in the air.
"ACHOO..."
